This is the companion to an earlier blog about sitting by a fire while backpacking.

The blue of the sky has turned dark
And I have made a fire from a spark
It’s night on the trail and all I see
Is just a blaze to the front of me
The loneliness starts to sink in
When I think about what has been
And dear friends I wish were here
To just talk to, hold hands with someone dear
Yes, the women I miss from this place...

I have been feeling more like poetry lately for sone reason. Alas, I am merely an engineer and not a poet so I apologize in advance for offending your ear.

Another night

Hope springs eternal
As the saying goes infernal
I wonder why it is that I do
Against all evidence that I knew
Keep thinking there might be
Someone that truly cared for me
Disappointment dogs my every step
And every encounter brings tears that are...

I wonder what the future holds
Beyond tomorrow and what may unfold
I think of friends that I have met
And their kind words that I can’t forget
Where have they all gone this day
From here to so far away
I miss them all it must be said
As I lay here in my bed
I ponder from where joy might come
Without the warmest souls of some
That used to be in this place
And now...

Okay, I have a little, and I mean little, confession to make. I sometimes have inappropriate thoughts about certain female professionals I encounter. My guess is that I am not alone in this but I do wonder what they would think if they knew.

My daughter has several professionals she has to see like doctors and therapists, on a regular basis. Most of them are female (only the dentist and orthodontist are not). And they are all attractive in their own way. And I am commonly the one...

I am writing this because I wanted to give a much lengthier explanation than I could in a post or wall message.

I have several authors I have really enjoyed reading over the years. I mean to the point if exhausting or nearly so the author’s published works. For the 20th century I have two: Jack London and F. Scott Fitzgerald. Coincidentally enough both succumbed to alcoholism and passed away in their 40s which now seems way too young. Yet they both wrote a lot. My favorite London...